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Hank Kirton's Conservatory of DeathPublished by AQC Booksantiquechildren.com"In Conservatory of Death we see modern culture tired and kicking at the end of a rope. It is perhaps the first *deathpunk* novel." ~David Kerekes

Apophenia presents Hank Kirton's collection of twisted nihilistic fables for the post-capitalist world. Welcome To The Membranous Lounge! Where ugliness and beauty melt and run together, where reality is temperamental and the boundary between "normal" and grotesque is nebulous. The Membranous Lounge is a zone of slippage, a twilight area between the layers of the world that are familiar and the terrifyingly unknown. It is a chimerical realm inhabited by the hopeless, dispossessed, and those who have simply turned away. Imagine if Ray Bradbury and Jeri Cain Rossi had a child that they locked away from the world, with only the Marquis De Sade for reading matter, and a dietary intake of bad LSD and atrocious B Movies. The Membranous Lounge would be the spawn of that child's imagination. With an introduction by Jim Rose of the Jim Rose Circus.

Hank Kirton was born in Arkansas. He moved to Massachusetts as a baby and remained (a baby). The bulk of his work has been described as "watery" and "thin." Primarily he writes fiction, but he has also written about rotating brass spigots and mayonnaise. Everything Dissolves falls somewhere in between.

The third part of a trilogy that began with The Membranous Lounge, lurched uncomfortably to the left with Bleak Holiday, now coughs across the finish line with Leaves from the Smorgasbord-32 sugary pieces of fiction typed by 100 monkeys in a cold gymnasium. Leaves from the Smorgasbord explores madness, disease, deformity and dogs. It lays bare the uncomfortable lessons of damp dreams, aspirin intoxication and the stippling pattern of gun residue on a glossy forehead. It is a modern example of the, "Hey! There's a used Band-aid in the breadcrumbs!" genre of fiction.

21 random, uncompromising mind-monkeys from the desperate, shaking, ink-clotted pen of one of today's most narcoleptic storytellers. Take a "Bleak Holiday" and discover along your journey these previously uncollected tales; a porn star returns home for the first time, two young boys make a bizarre discovery that alters their perceptions of reality, an amateur girl-detective solves a mystery she wasn't prepared for, a man with an appetite so powerful he must continuously eat or descend into madness and a buxom woman with the head of an infant. Only the most experienced traveler should consider taking N, N-dimethyltryptamine before booking passage on this... "Bleak Holiday"

As young people begin disappearing from a small New England town, Anna Hitch, caught in the tense, uncertain summer between high school and college begins to discover that her hometown holds more secrets, violence and insanity than she'd ever imagined. Anna begins to unravel several strange mysteries in the dark heart of town--at the peril of her own sanity.

The 27-odd stories that comprise Pancreatic Carburetor take place in a bleak, nitrous-oxide atmosphere of loneliness, longing, fear, sex, rage, addiction, violence, death, and ghastly deflated faces that keep sending the struggling author to the mood zoo. In this collection you will find car accidentsviol, umbilical cords, mermaids, strippers, chimpanzees, mysteries, hallucinations and way, way too much alcohol.

The only witnesses to a vicious murder, two beautiful cocaine dealers named Peachfuzz and Kitty seize a precarious justice in their sweaty hands and try not to let go. Unable NOT to act, the two women find themselves entangled in a brutal and dangerously flawed plot for revenge. In a world where life is cheap and addiction the norm, Peachfuzz and Kitty engage the very shadows of doom that suffuse their fragile and desperate lives.

Hey punk, looking for unrelenting, nerve-shattering horror with shreds of pink fiberglass that cling to your soft little laboring heart? Razor Wire Kiss has awakened from its dark dormancy. It screams and screams. Cold, gnarled hands reach up through black depths to violate the living and the dead. Razor Wire Kiss is the literary equivalent of sex with a corpse. It is a bleeding papercut of the mind. Razor Wire Kiss, kiddies. Razor Wire Kiss!